Fiducia

1. Father, I long, I faint to see
    The place of Thine abode;
I’d leave these earthly courts, and flee
    Up to Thy courts, my God.
Here I behold Thy distant face,
    And ’tis a pleasing sight,
But to abide in Thine embrace
    Is infinite delight.

2. I’d part with all the joys of sense
    To gaze upon Thy throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
    Unspeakable, unknown.
There all the heavenly hosts are seen,
    In shining ranks they move,
And drink immortal vigour in,
    With wonder and with love.